I suppose I don’t need the haircut. The gold hoops.
Black boots laced high beneath strong, toned thighs.
And maybe I don’t need the room white. Stripped of life.
Accents of beiges from floor to ceiling like coffee stains.
Pour over, americano. One pumpkin spice.
Perhaps I can forgo an evolution, neglect the transformation.
Aren’t I enough? Could I explore new parts of myself
without changing my persona?
Could I paint a happy future without reinventing the main character?
Just shift my age a bit. Add a dash of confidence.
Deepen the smile lines and invite new experiences.
Here in the now, I’m sure there’s a way to grow, to cross off goals,
without stripping myself to bare bones and donning the unfamiliar.
The unnatural. The not “me”.
It’s a softer path, one that requires attention and the strength to turn inward.
To turn off the screen. Introspection and perseverance to the soul, to one’s core identity.
To the life you dream to lead.
~ September 21
Words and photo © 2023 SamanthaBurgett
Written on September 21, hence the title, ha.
My Book: “Unraveling: Diary of a Healing Soul”